Crying

I hate the end of summer. I love it too much. One can become selectively reclusive in the summer and you don't have to see stupid people you don't want to. It's just sailing and beaching and singing and playing the piano alone in my house...

In the summer there's no constant academic competition, you can wear bikinis all the time and there's no fucking dress code to follow. You can sit out under the stars...run around in the rain or lack thereof(yes i do that stuff) go to the beach and do backflips in the water...catch as much of the southeast wind as you can on your boat...listen to music as much as possible...go running when the sun comes up...go to Cape Cod...act stupid and dance around with your friends...listen for thunderstorms...stay up talking until 12:30...visit your hippie relatives...watch your aunt order a keg when you have never been to a keg party...dance around to the Beatles in your underwear...sing, play, listen, and breathe music